When Daddy first told me I was going to have brothers, I felt extremely confused. For the last three years, he and I had been the only ones living in this giant mansion. Well, really only me and the workers, since he was always off on some extravagant business trip or working late nights at the office. In fact, ever since Mother died, it was rare that I even saw anyone in my family.
I never fully understood what happened, but this is what I was told: Daddy and Mother were on a yacht for their honeymoon. Apparently, the chef made something with shellfish in it, not realizing Mother was allergic. She ate it, and her throat closed up while they were miles away from medical help. She died right there on that boat.
Ever since then, Daddy has been taking really good care of me. He gave me my own wing of the house, bought me a new sports car when I turned 16. To him, it just seemed like the right thing to do; to me, it was a complete 180 from the life I’d been used to, including having a loving father figure.
Before Daddy, Mother and I lived in a little apartment together. We never were very close with each other because she was always off with her newest boyfriend or husband -- she’d been married five times -- and life wasn’t easy for us. I took the bus to my high school, and sat in the front of every class by myself. I even joined the softball team to try and make friends, but I’m a little on the chubby side and never made it past the tryouts.
But all of that changed when Daddy came into our lives. One night, Mother said I was going to dinner with them, which had never happened before. I was so excited! I put on my nicest dress, which fit my body perfectly. Mother didn’t seem impressed, but I always thought she was a little jealous of me, since she was thin and flat chested -- the complete opposite.
When I saw Daddy for the first time, I was speechless. He was your typical tall, dark and handsome type, with deep green eyes and flawlessly styled short brown hair. His smile lit up the room when he saw us and waved us to the table. I know he loved Mother, but I couldn’t help but notice that his stare lingered when he laid his eyes on me, slowly moving down my body, soaking it all in. But instead of feeling any discomfort, I was flattered by his attention and could feel my cheeks blushing.
It wasn’t long after that until we moved into Daddy’s mansion with him. He and Mother stayed in the East wing of the mansion, while I took over the West. Not that it mattered
since they were often gone schmoozing his clients, meaning that I rarely saw them anyway.
After a few weeks, Mother and Daddy were married in a small ceremony with me as the witness, and the next day, they left on their honeymoon. That was the last time I saw Mother.
But Daddy had been wonderful following the accident. He stayed home for a few days, the both of us lounging on the couch, comforting each other. There were a few times when I thought I could feel some sort of energy and attraction between us, but I could never be sure.
I was sure that all of that was going to change now though.
“Phyllis, I have something to tell you,” he started. For a second, I got scared that Daddy had already met someone else, and that he was going to kick me out. After all, he wasn’t my real dad. He’d only known me for a few years. Why would he want to let me stay here forever? “You’re going to have some roommates,” he continued. Now I was very confused, but nodded, staying quiet so he could finish his thought.
“Your two brothers are going to be moving in.” “What brothers?” I asked, shocked and not really sure if I’d said it outloud or in my head. “Why don’t you sit down, Princess. I don’t want to stress you out.” Daddy was always so considerate when it came to me and my emotions. I often wished I’d been my mother and had the opportunity to be with him, both in life and love. He continued, “A long time before I met your mother, I had two sons with my ex-wife. She took care of them, but recently she kicked them out. She’s a little cuckoo. Anyways, they’re going to come live with us. I hope that’s ok.” It was a lot to process, but then I realized nothing about my life was normal anymore. This would just be another chapter, though I was struggling to find any enthusiasm about having to welcome two strangers into my life. “It’s ok, I guess. Where will they stay?” “They’ll stay in the room next to yours. There’s more good news: they’re going to go to school with you. Maybe you can help them make friends.” Poor Daddy; he was under the impression I was popular. Sure, my new sports car helped, but I was still pretty plain Jane.
Chapter 2 Wolf
Our mom was a whore. I don’t care what anyone says. She was a total crazy whore
who tricked my dad into marrying her. Little did he know that she had multiple personalities, but it didn’t take long for the crazy to come out. Luckily for us, she got knocked up first. Anyways, she recently completely lost her marbles, and kicked us out. So, we’re going to live with our dad. He tried pretty hard to be in our lives, but with mom being an insane bitch and all, it couldn’t happen.
My twin brother Maximus -- Max for short -- sees things a little differently though. He still feels bad for our mom and wants us to stay and take care of her, but she messed that up when she kicked us out. I’m fine with it though, we get a better house and a hot sister to be around. Of course, we didn’t even know that we had a step sister until now. It would have been nice if Dad has told us that there was a new sibling in town, but after taking one look at her I couldn’t be mad.
In fact, Phyllis looked so cute and surprised when she first saw me and Max. All curves, long hair and brown puppy dog eyes. She was the type of girl my brother and I would fuck immediately, except this time she was our sister. Well, sort of.
The first moment we saw Phyllis, she’d just gotten home from school, and she got out of her little cherry red sports car. I wondered if that was the only thing cherry about her. I nudged Max, “Hey, looks like that’s our new sis.”
Max peeked out the window and I saw a smile spread across his face. “Looks like it.” Max was a man of few words, but lots of feelings and emotions. I could tell from his expression he felt the same way about Phyllis as I did. “You want to fuck her first, or can I?”
Max paused, “Can we share?”
We laughed. It wasn’t common for brothers to share girls, but we were good looking twins, and there’s nothing better than pounding a girl while watching yourself in a mirror; we were each other’s mirrors.
“Should we go down and meet her?” Max asked. “Nah, Dad said he’d bring her up here when she was ready. Remember, he said she’s been through alot lately and wanted to help her ‘process this change.’” “No one’s better in bed than an insecure, emotionally damaged girl.” … Sure, Max had feelings and emotions, but I never said they were good ones. “It won’t take us long.” “Never does,” I said as we pumped fists.
We actually didn’t have to wait that long for Dad to come up with Phyllis. Apparently she processed this faster than he’d anticipated. He knocked on our door, “Boys,” he
said as he slowly swung it open. “Are you decent?” “Are we ever?” I said back. “Very funny, Wolf. What a great first impression to make on your new sister.” “Sorry about that sis,” I said smiling, walking toward her with my arms open for a hug. She seemed vulnerable and unsure, which only added to her appeal. She was just as sexy as I thought she’d be after seeing her in the driveway. “Hello, Wolf, is it?” she asked as she entered my embrace. “It is, and this is my twin brother Maximus, but we all call him Max.” Max walked towards us. “Group hug?” he asked with his arms extended. Before we knew it, all three of us step siblings were making a Phyllis sandwich, and it felt so right that I started to get a hard-on. Not wanting to freak her out, I backed off.
“So, what are we having for our first family dinner?” I asked, trying to switch the subject and stop the bloodflow to my cock.
“Well, it will just be you three tonight. I have a business dinner I have to go to,” Dad said. “Some things never change,” I smiled, looking at Phyllis and exchanging a look with Max.
Chapter 3 Max
I didn’t want to leave our mom, but now that Wolf and I were set up here, I was beginning to change my mind. When we were at Dad’s we had everything we could ever want, and now it seemed like we’d have a permanent playmate around the house too. When Dad said he was getting remarried, I hadn’t thought much of it. It wasn’t like he was a serial husband or anything, I just didn’t really care. She wasn’t our mom, so why did I need to meet her?
But then we got to the house and realized there was a little sister that came along with the deal. She was only a year or two younger than us, even though we were in the same grade and would be attending the same high school. Wolf and I had been held back a few years on account of us not really caring about getting our homework done. We just wanted to chase tail and play football. I mean, I didn’t mind the learning part of school, but Wolf is always looking for a new adventure.
At our old school, we’d been the most popular guys in the class. It was a total drag we were going to graduate without all of our friends, but at least they’d come visit us in Dad’s big mansion. Besides, we’d heard stories about how loose the private school
girls were, and Wolf and I couldn’t wait to take advantage of them.
That plan changed a little for me though when we met our new li’l sis Phyllis. So plump and awkward. I wanted her immediately. She was the type of girl Wolf and I had always dreamed of double teaming, but girls like her were usually too studious for us. At least we’d have a chance to soften this one up and earn her trust if she saw us every day, but we were going to take our time with her.
The three of us were supposed to have dinner that night, but those plans changed when Wolf got a text from a girl we’d been hanging out with lately. Since Dad was gone, there was no harm in inviting her over to the house to check out our new room.
“Send her the address,” I told Wolf, and late that night, she showed up in her beater of a car, looking as sexy as ever.
Chapter 4 Phyllis
I came to dinner that night wearing a casual but sexy sundress, but no one else made it to the table. After seeing how hot my step brothers were, I was disappointed to say the least, but figured they were still adjusting. If I were them, I’d probably want to hang out alone too.
They seemed very, um, interesting, with their rock hard chiseled bodies and their piercing green eyes. It was like they knew how wet they made me the moment our gazes met. It was difficult to act cool around them; then again, it was difficult for me to act cool in general. But I’d never met anyone like them, anyone who I wanted from the moment I saw them. I knew it was wrong to feel that way towards them, since we were now related, but I couldn’t help it. I needed to have both of them.
After I realized no one was coming to dinner, I finished up what the cook had brought me and went up to my room, listening for any sounds coming from their side of the West Wing, but there was only silence. Then, after I got settled in bed, reading a new book, I heard some grunting coming from down the hall. It sounded like they were wrestling and horsing around, with loud thuds emanating from the room too. Then I listened harder, realizing there was a rhythm to the thuds and grunts. A shriek rang out from the room as well. What the heck was going on down there?
I got out of bed and walked down the hall to find out what all of the ruckus was about. The sounds grew louder as I got closer, and I could tell there was a girl in there with
them -- they clearly didn’t waste any time having houseguests over. I inched closer until I was right up against the door, and put my ear up to the wall. I could hear muffled voices, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. They sounded passionate, and I could hear loud breathing from the girl, as if it were being pounded out of her.
My heart started beating faster as I fought the urge to open the door just a crack and see what was going on. Was it both of them? One of them? What positions were they in? What did the girl look like? As I started to slowly turn the knob, I suddenly remembered the dumbwaiter. It hadn’t been used in years, but it went right up into their room.
I tiptoed down to the kitchen, trying hard not to make a sound, then I opened the shaft, climbed on the dumbwaiter and pulled myself up. As I ascended, the sounds got louder and the light from their room brighter. Soon, I could see everything that was happening and I almost couldn’t believe my eyes.
All of the lights in their room were on, and they were over by their couch. Wolf and Max stood there naked, facing each other with a thin blonde lady on her hands and knees between them. With the door out of my way, I could hear every word they were saying and through the slits in the dumbwaiter door I saw it all.
“Howl for me,” Wolf said, as he shoved himself further into her mouth. Max said nothing, only grunted as he thrusted himself against her from behind.
I was spellbound. I’d seen porn before, but since I was a virgin, I’d never seen anything like this in person. And it was happening with two of the most gorgeous men I’d ever laid eyes on.
“How’s her pussy?” Wolf asked Max. “As wet as her mouth. Want to switch?” Max answered. Wolf took his dick out of her mouth and gently tilted her head upwards to look at him, as she struggled to catch her breath -- Max didn’t stop his motion though. “Want to switch sides, sweetheart?” he asked softly. She smiled and nodded yes. Max got a few more pumps in before sliding himself out and smacking her hard on her shapely but firm ass, leaving behind a handprint. She yelped as she turned around.
Before I knew what was happening, I looked down and realized I was touching myself under my dress, curled up there in the dumbwaiter shaft. It creaked a little, in rhythm with my movements, and I was nervous they were going to hear and find me in the wall. Just as I was thinking that, Max looked right over in my direction, and I was sure that he could see me. I held my breath and stopped moving. He smiled the faintest knowing smile, then turned back to the girl, pressing himself deeper into her throat.
As their noises grew louder, I rubbed harder and faster. “I’m getting close,” Wolf said, as he sped up his pumps. “How about you, Max?” “Mmmhmmm,” he responded, closing his eyes and lifting his face towards the ceiling. The girl was starting to sound like she was in a bit of pain, but they just kept right on going. Wolf gave a little whimper, then pulled her close to him as his body convulsed and he slouched over a bit. Max was still smiling, looking down as her as she pulled his cock out of her mouth. “There you go, baby,” he said as he came on her chest. As he did, I felt waves come over my body, and I realized I came with him. Their room was filled with heavy breathing, and it was no different in the dumbwaiter shaft as I tried to process what just happened.
I’d watched my step brothers fuck a beautiful woman, and had been thoroughly turned on by it, but I was feeling another emotion too. I couldn’t place my finger on it until a few moments later, Max looked at Wolf and said, “Ready to go again?”
It was jealousy. As the girl sat there smiling on the couch, I felt intensely jealous of her, and the attention they were giving her. I wanted that from them. I wanted to be her, on that couch, getting all of their love. But I was also feeling a little tired, so I waited for the noise level to pick up again before lowering myself down to the kitchen and walking back up to my room.
I could still hear them, as I laid there in bed, but this time I had my imagination to keep me company.
Chapter 5 Max
It was only the slightest noise, but I knew it was her. As Kelly sucked my cock, I heard a creaking in the wall, and looked over to see a little flash of something. It was Phyllis; it had to be. After all, that was the whole point of making all of this noise, wasn’t it? To get her attention? I was impressed that she’d gone through all of the trouble to use the dumbwaiter though. That was pretty creative of her, and actually made me want to be inside her even more.
The entire time I was fucking Kelly, I kept looking to the bedroom door, waiting for it to creak open the slightest bit, but that never happened. So, when I realized Phyllis had been so clever as to climb up that shaft, I smiled thinking about her climbing up my own shaft. When I came, it wasn’t Kelly I was thinking about anymore; I was picturing our li’l sis down there in front of me, with her hair pulled back.
After Wolf and I finished, he was ready to go again pretty quickly -- he always was. Personally, I wasn’t interested in Kelly anymore, but in all fairness, she was beautiful, and she had driven all of the way out here for this, so I might as well give her a little more of what she came for. Despite her big bouncy boobs, in my face as she turned over on her back, I found it hard to get turned on just from looking at her anymore.
As I ran my hand over her skin, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Phyllis. I wondered if she was still in that shaft watching us. I wanted to put on a show for her, let her know what she was missing out on and make her want it even more. I wasn’t sure if Wolf felt the same, but it was a pretty safe assumption that he didn’t at this very moment. He was a pretty one-track mind when it came to fucking.
I glanced over at the dumbwaiter, without being too obvious, but didn’t see anything there. I was now fairly certain that Phyllis had gone back to her room.
Chapter 6 Wolf
Max and I had a few more drinks, and then we made Kelly go home later that same night. We couldn’t risk Dad seeing a strange car in the driveway on our first night here. She said she understood. But really, Max and I just wanted to get to bed. We’d killed two birds with one stone: fucked a fine chick and hopefully made our new sister aware of what we could do in the sack.
I woke up early the next morning and hung around the living room in the West Wing wearing only my boxer briefs. If we were going to live here, everyone needed to get used to us, including the staff, Dad and Phyllis, because I’m not putting on my clothes to just hang out for anyone. It was starting to get late in the morning and I wondered if maybe Phyllis had already left for the day. It was winter break, after all. As time ticked by, I got impatient and bored, then walked over to the window and looked outside to see if her car was there. It was, which meant she still needed to come through this room before she could leave.
But just then, Phyllis came walking through the main entrance. “How’d you sneak out of here?” I asked, surprised at how startled I was by her. Phyllis was in her running gear, wearing tight black leggings and top that barely held her breasts in. Sweat dripped down between them, and she was flushed. From her expression I could tell she seemed equally as surprised to see me sitting there.
“I was just getting back from my usual Saturday morning jog,” she said, innocently.
“Well, next time let me know. I’d love to work up a sweat with you,” I resonded with a smile. She seemed to catch my innuendo, but only vaguely. Then again, it wasn’t often people were around a guy like me. “Um, sure. I’m not really that good of a runner though. I’m pretty slow actually,” she said, in her endearing insecure way. “That’s ok. I just want to go for the company, and the view,” I said with a wink “Oh, ok, Yeah sure. Next Saturday then, I’ll come get you before I go.” She paused. “Should I just, uh, knock on your door, or should I text you or what should I do to let you know I’m going?” “You can just walk in. No need for knocking around here. We’re family now, after all, right?”
I would have loved to have Phyllis walk in last night while we were banging Kelly. In fact, just thinking about seeing her in the middle of that excited me so much I was starting to get hard. I changed the subject.
“So what are your plans for the rest of the day?” I asked her. “Nothing too crazy. Hey, can I get past you and get some water?” “Of course! Actually, why don’t you sit down on the couch and I’ll bring it to you.” “No, really, that’s ok. You don’t even know your way around here yet.” “I know my way well enough. I insist. Go sit down, I’ll be right there. Ice?” “Yes. Please.”
Phyllis walked into the living room, and I went to get her the water, still only wearing my boxer briefs.
Chapter 7 Phyllis
I wasn’t sure what was happening, but the tension was so thick I could have cut it with a knife. I mean, I’d seen Wolf out of his undies last night -- all of him -- but for some reason I found this look even sexier. It wasn’t clear why he was lounging around the house like this, but I wasn’t mad about it.
Truth be told, I’d seen him hanging around the living room before I went running; that’s why I snuck out the back door. In fact, I’d thought about him and Max the entire time I was running, trying to use them as motivation to keep going. It wasn’t so much my body that I worried about, it was their stamina. If they could keep going and going with that girl, then I needed to be able to handle them. After all, seducing my new step brothers would be hard enough, and I didn’t want to make it more awkward by being awful in
bed and them never wanting to talk to me again.
But I didn’t expect Wolf to still be hanging out when I got back from my jog. So I thought it was a little bit odd when he was still there by the time I returned. Not that I’d gone for the longest run ever or anything, far from it, but I’d been gone about a solid hour. It was long enough to work up a good sweat and not really care about him and his perfect pecs by the time I got home, despite daydreaming about what was under his clothes the entire time.
I sat down on the couch and Wolf brought me the glass of ice water. I took a sip as he sat on the ottoman across from me. “You know, I can see your mouth through the glass.” “Is that right?” I said, caught a little off guard. “Yes it is.” “How’s it look?” I tried to play along. “Perfect. I wouldn’t mind being that water right now.”
I could feel myself starting to sweat again, and this time not from the running. Then I got a bright idea. I trapped an ice cube in my mouth then popped it out between my two fingers. Then I started rubbing it slowly along the back of my neck. I did it exactly like I’d seen women do it in the movies.
“Ahhhhh. This is much better.” I could feel his eyes on me. “Need any help with that?” he asked, reaching for the ice. I abruptly stopped, got up, holding the glass of water and tossing the ice cube at him. “Yes, thank you. Could you just throw that back in the sink? I’m going to go get out of these sweaty clothes. Thanks, bro.”
For a second, it seemed like I’d stunned him, and he wouldn’t be able to make a comeback before I disappeared around the corner. Then in classic Wolf fashion, he had to have the final word, loudly saying, “I do towel service too!” I smiled at his witticism, and kept walking upstairs, just now realizing Max was nowhere to be seen. His car was still here, so I knew that he was in the house somewhere.
There was no point in thinking about it anymore though; it was time to plan my next move.
I hurried to my room, which had its own adjoining bathroom, so there was no chance of either of them catching an unfortunately timed towel slip walking back to my room, which was a bummer. So, I just hopped in the shower and got ready for the day.
The longer I stood there under the hot water thinking about the even hotter twins, I
suddenly became very self aware of how I was behaving. I was just treating them like two fine ass pieces of meat -- which, to be fair, is the image they seemed to like portraying -- but that wasn’t me. I wasn’t the girl who only cared about people on the outside. I wanted to get to know them for who they were, and then let them get to know me on the inside.
Fully resolved to slow down my games, I wore a basic t-shirt and jeans ensem and journeyed downstairs to find still only Wolf on the couch, this time he was asleep though. I slowly crept over to him, trying hard not to make any sound with my bare feet on the marble. As I drew near, bent over the back of the couch, there was a tap on my right shoulder. It startled me, and I nearly screamed, but a big strong hand wrapped around my mouth and silenced me. Another hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me close before the hand around my mouth released and helped turn me around to the body attached to the hands. It was Max, and he was grinning with a single finger pressed over his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I obeyed, and then followed him into the kitchen as he beckoned to me.
Chapter 8 Max Of course I meant to scare Phyllis just a little bit when I came up behind her. I wanted to feel her jump into my arms, which is exactly what she did, and it felt so good. Wolf being the dumbass that he is woke up early to try and get some time with her, but of course I laid low and had the better plan in the end.
“What were you trying to do to Wolf?” I asked quietly. Phyllis seemed a little startled still, so I smiled to let her know it was ok, that she was safe with me. “Oh, nothing. I mean, I didn’t have any plans. I just, I guess I was going to scare him like you did to me.” “Is that all?” “Yeah, that’s all. What do you mean?” “Nothing I guess. So what did you get up to last night?” I asked, hoping to keep her off balance to gauge her reaction, and she gave me exactly what I wanted: Surprised, unsure of how to answer, thrown off. I was also fishing for any hint that she’d seen me see her through the dumbwaiter slits.
“Last night? Who, me? Nothing. I didn’t do anything. I went to sleep,” she said hurriedly. “And there was nothing that woke you up?” Phyllis paused. “Well, I did hear you and your brother wrestling, which I thought was an odd thing to do at that hour, but boys will be boys, right?”
“Right, but we’re men. I think you know that by now.” I wanted to be forward, to tell her what I knew, but it didn’t seem like this was the right time yet, so I just continued to drop hints. “Um, yes, I guess if walking around the house shirtless, showing off your washboard abs makes you men, then yes.” “If you say so…” I let the words linger, holding her gaze until she looked away. I wanted to talk to her, and actually get a sense of who she was. There was this connection we had that made me feel like I might genuinely care about Phyllis as a person, and not just because we were related now. But conversation had never been my strength; my only strength was muscles and my good looks. I’d never even had a serious girlfriend I actually liked enough to get to know her, so this attraction to Phyllis as a person was unusual for me.
Phyllis broke the silence, and I was thankful for it. “So, Christmas is right around the corner. Are you guys planning to spend it here, or with your mom?” “Well, since Mom kicked us out, it looks like I’ll be spending the rest of my holidays with you.” I had to admit it, the prospect of spending more time with Phyllis and less with Mom sounded ideal. I hadn’t officially talked with Wolf about our holiday plans, but I can’t imagine Wolf being too upset about this arrangement. “Great! Maybe we can all go Christmas tree shopping this weekend, if Daddy can find a free moment,” she added. “Sure thing, sis. Hey, I’m going to go read for awhile. See you later?” “Oh, uh, sure. See ya!”
I turned to go back upstairs. It wasn’t that I was bored from chatting with Phyllis, but in my experience, it was always better to leave them wanting more than to leave them after having said too much. That was more of Wolf’s thing anyway; talking.
Chapter 9 Phyllis
Max had ended the conversation so abruptly that I wondered if I’d said something that offended him. Nothing came to mind though, since our conversation had seemed to be flowing pretty well. Maybe it was the whole issue of Christmas that was painful for Max, I realized after taking into consideration that there had been all of the drama with their mom, and I made a mental note not to bring it up anymore.
Before I knew it, I realized I was now alone at the table in the giant vacant room daydreaming about my step brothers and which I wanted more. I’d had a chance to get to know each of them in their own right, and I found myself attracted to them for
There was something mysterious and almost dangerous about Max. He didn’t talk often, and he seemed to be way ahead of me when it came to what I was thinking to do or say. It occasionally felt like I was playing a flirty game of chess, but he already knew all of my moves. This realization made me feel a little intimidated at his mental prowess but also made me want him more. I wanted to figure out what made Max tick, and why he often sat alone, oozing sex appeal, but rarely acting on it.
On the other hand, there was Wolf. This twin seemed almost the opposite of Max. He spoke often, and honestly, I feel a little superior around him because of it. Then again, he has this animal aura which seems fitting for a man named Wolf. That animal instinct made him feel dangerous in a different way from with Max. It was a reckless danger, not a calculating one, like anything could happen at any moment. There was something alluring about that. No surprises, no frills, just pure passion in whatever he did or said.
Of course, both of their bodies were pure perfection. When it came to the physical aspect, I could go either way. But then I also started daydreaming about them fucking that girl. Max had seemed like he was getting off on how good he was making her feel. Wolf showed a little of that too, but for him it seemed like more of an act they were doing together, like the emotions and the feelings were as one.
I couldn’t decide which of those experiences was more appealing to me, since I’d never been with anyone before, but I wanted to find out. As I was thinking about my brothers, I realized I’d reached down and started touching myself again. So I went to my bedroom, closed the door and privately weighed my options.
Chapter 10 Wolf
After my nap, I went up to our room and found Max there reading a book. He’s such a fucking tool sometimes. “What are you reading? The dictionary?” I asked him. “Actually, I’m reading a biography of Teddy Roosevelt. Did you know his parents thought he was going to die as a boy?” “No, but the better question is do I care? That answer is also no.” Max quietly went back to reading his book. He didn’t like when I challenged him, but he was so dumb sometimes. “Dude, seriously, why do you read so much? You know we’re good looking enough to get a job even if we didn’t graduate high school.” “Now who’s the dumb one?” he said. I got what he meant, but he was wrong.
My plan for us was to finish high school with whatever grades we got and start
modeling, make some money, invest it and ride off into the sunset. But no, Max always wanted to be better than that. Oh well, I figured I’d let him work his brain while I came up with a plan to bang Phyllis.
“So, what are we thinking about our little sister?” Now I had his attention as he put down his book and looked over at me. “I don’t know. What are you thinking?” Max, always waiting to show his cards. “Well, she’s sweet, so I don’t want to destroy her or anything. I just want to feel that tight pussy, ya feel me?” “Yeah?” “Yeah, bro. Don’t you?” “Of course I do. You’ve seen how she walks around here. How could I resist?” Now I was getting him to open up. Max was a tough nut to crack, but if you got him going, he’d talk. “Right? I mean, it was all I could do to hold back this morning when she came into the house wearing those leggings. They barely held that thick ass in.” “I was upstairs when she came in from her run. You should have seen her later on when you were passed out on the couch. She tried to scare you, but I got her first. Having her jump back into my arms felt so right.” “So right? Woah, you’re starting to sound like you’re falling for her. Let’s not get crazy,” I responded. What was Max saying? He never talked about girls like that, and it got me worried that he wouldn’t want to share. “I’m just saying those curves feel good is all,” Max backpedaled, but I could tell he way lying. I tried to bring the tone back to normal. “Ok as long as that’s all that you’re saying. So, how do we want to work this? The same as usual? End to end?” “Yeah that’s fine,” Max said, but not enthusiastically. “Max, what’s wrong dude? You’re saying too much about this chick and not enough at the same time.” “She’s not some chick, ok. She’s our little sister and we have to be sensitive about that. We have to make this about her.” “Ok, ok you’re right. I get what you’re saying.” I knew Max was right, but it was annoying. Not just because he was right but because it wasn’t often we got a piece of ass this plump and juicy. But she’s our sister, and we had to treat her right; I understood.
“The main challenge now will just be getting her to agree to fucking both of us. Some girls get weird about that, you know.” Finally, Max’s devious smile crept onto his face. It was the moment I’d been waiting for this whole time. “I don’t think we’ll have too much of a problem with that.”
Why not?” I asked, confused about what he knew that made him think Phyllis would just give in. “She saw us last night.” “What? No she didn’t. I was watching the door the whole time!” “Were you watching the dumbwaiter?” he asked, completely blowing my mind. “She was in there? You saw her?” “Yup,” Max said, with an even bigger grin. “How do you know?” “I heard a noise, looked over and saw someone in there. Who else would it be?’ Max asked. “You’re right. This one is special.”
No sooner had I said the words than our bedroom door flung open, making me jump, and Phyllis was standing there, wearing only a bra and panties. “Maybe you two should have been watching the door this time.”
Chapter 11 Phyllis
I couldn’t believe my ears. Was I really hearing this? I’d only walked to Max and Wolf’s room to see if they were going to have dinner with me tonight, but then I noticed their door was open a crack, and they were talking loudly enough for me to hear them. I sat outside to eavesdrop, thinking they’d be talking about their next conquest. It turned out that I was right, but not in the way I’d anticipated. They were talking about me.
After I’d spent the afternoon pleasuring myself to the thought of sleeping with them, and deciding that I couldn’t choose between the two, apparently they’d also made the same decision on their own. Could this really happen? I started wrapping my mind around the possibility of all three of us sleeping together as they went on with their conversation.
The longer I listened, the more surprised I became. They thought I was special? They wanted to share me? They wanted me to see them fucking the other girl to get me excited? I truly couldn’t believe my ears, but I wanted to seize the opportunity if it was true. I decided the best plan of attack was to get nearly naked, and confront them about it.
I was nervous to go in there, in case they got mad that I’d been listening and I’d blow my chances with them. Then again, they’d wanted me to watch them double team a girl, so I figured there was a slim chance of that happening. Then a thought crept into my mind that made me a little upset: how did I know this wasn’t a mean prank? Maybe it
would be worth it even if it was? I tried to push the negative scenario to the side and focus on what they were saying. I didn’t want to miss a word.
I continued thinking it through and decided the reward of losing my virginity to not one but two Greek gods was worth the risk of humiliation if they were only kidding. I heard a moment of opportunity and burst in, “Maybe you should have been watching the door this time.” I hadn’t planned on saying that line, it just kind of came to me in the moment, and I second guessed if it was corny.
They both stood there, shocked to see me. I wasn’t so sure if it was me being there that surprised them, or me being there in lingerie. In the few days that I’d known them, I’d never seen the twins caught off-guard and I took advantage of it. “What’s the matter? Pussy got your tongue?” Where was this confidence coming from? I didn’t know and I didn’t care.
I walked towards them as Wolf smiled and Max stared right at me. “Hey sis, um, I guess you overheard us then?” Wolf said a bit sheepishly. “Yeah, I did, and I don’t appreciate you talking to me like that.” “Oh, um, we’re sorry,” Wolf said with an undertone of unsurity, trying to figure out if i was kidding or not. “Yeah. How dare you talk about screwing me like one of your other girls,” I scolded them. For once, Wolf was caught searching for some retort, but he finally came around. “So, you mean to tell us you watched us having sex last night, then came in here wearing that because you don’t want us?” he asked sarcastically, regaining his footing. “Fine, you figured me out,” I said coquettishly, as I fell across Max’s bed. It was soft, and had perfect bedposts for anything we could dream up. Max had been quiet this whole time, so I addressed him. “What do you say? You want to get to know each other better?” as I asked, I found both of their cocks with my hands through their pants. It was the first time I’d held a dick, and I was surprised to feel them get hard as I gently squeezed them.
Then, I started panicking, wondering if they’d care that this was my first time. Should I tell them? Would it make them change their minds about wanting to be with me? I wasn’t sure, but right when I was about to blurt out that I was a virgin, Max took me in his arms and started kissing me. First on the lips, then slowly moving to my neck. It was a passionate kiss, just like I’d seen in the movies, and while it wasn’t the first time I’d kissed someone, it somehow felt like it was. Meanwhile, Wolf started lightly kissing my chest, moving slowly down my body. I started to shake, overwhelmed by the moment and how out of my body I felt. It was as though all of this was happening and I was watching from afar.
After Max took off my nicest lacy bra that Daddy had bought me, I completely mentally detached, allowing myself to be completely present, uninhibited by my lack of experience. As Max slowly moved his hard dick near my pussy, I braced myself for what it would feel like. I’d heard losing your virginity could be painful, and his cock was huge, so I anticipated the worst. He pushed himself inside me and it felt like a fire ignited between my legs. There was a little resistence and then finally, he pushed his way inside me. The fire grew, and Wolf only stoked it by licking my clit while Max made slow strokes.
And then it happened. One minute, Max was on top of me, and the next, there were little spots of blood on the sheets, and Wolf was the first one to notice it.
Chapter 12 Max
Everything happened so fast. Wolf and I were just casually talking about sharing Phyllis, and the next thing we knew, we were both inside her. Wolf is a pussy monster, so he usually goes down on a chick while I take care of the the sensual stuff. We’ve shared so many girls at this point that we have the routine down pretty well.
Anyways, this time was just like the others, except that we didn’t know it was going to happen like this. I’m not one to look a gifthorse in the mouth though, so when Phyllis walked in, looking sexy and fuckable, we flipped the switch and got in the mood for some little sister lovin’. Of course, as I’d told Wolf, for me, everything in general felt different with Phyllis. I cared more about her feelings and comfort than other girls. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was something reserved about how Phyllis was acting. It wasn’t like she didn’t want us to fuck her, but there was something holding her back, like she was a little scared. It made me want her more, but also to make sure she enjoyed it even more.
Wolf had gotten her pussy nice and warmed up using his usual routine, so when I turned Phyllis on her back, I asked again, “Are you ready?” She eagerly nodded, and I started to slip inside her. She was so tight that it was a tight squeeze, but it felt so good, and eventually something gave way; I fit perfectly. She whimpered as I began to stroke her, but it wasn’t the first time I’d seen a girl make that face. Besides, pleasure is pain. I slowly eased myself in and out of Phyllis, smiling at every little face she made, until Wolf came up for air. “Hey, she’s bleeding,” he said, holding me back from continuing.
“Hey, did you forget to tell us you’re on your period?” Wolf asked, getting a little upset. Phyllis was obviously shaken. “What? No, I mean, I…” she paused.
“If you forgot, it’s not a big deal,” I said. I could tell she was embarrassed and didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable. I’d gotten a taste of her and wanted this to last.“We can just wait until Aunt Flo leaves town, right Wolf?” I said, urging him with my eyes to be cool about this. “No, I’m not on my period,” Phyllis finally said definitively. “Well then what’s wrong?” Wolf asked, softening up a little. “Why are you bleeding? Did we hu--” “It’s just that, well, I’m a virgin. Or I was.” Everyone was quiet, until Phyllis broke the silence again. “I didn’t want to tell you because I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me anymore if you knew I wasn’t as experienced as your other girls.” I wasn’t used to feeling bad for women, because they usually got what they wanted from us, but this time it was different. I’m not sure why, but I felt sad for Phyllis, like I wanted to protect her from her own self judgement, something I knew I could never do.
I thought back to losing my own virginity. Of course, Wolf was there too. We both fucked our nanny, who went to the local high school. She worked with our mom some weekends, and Mother wanted to make sure her little boys grew into men. For our 16th birthday, she had the nanny come over and show us what it was like to be an adult. She left the house for a few hours, then came back to Wolf and I sitting on the couch, not really sure about what had happened. In a matter of minutes, what was supposed to be a meaningful moment was gone. From then on, Wolf and I viewed sex as a very casual thing, and something we very much liked to do together.
That’s why it felt so odd to be sitting here with Phyllis, not really sure what to think about this situation. Wolf and I absolutely wanted her out of lust and to have a new adventure, but sitting here with her little doe eyes, looking so vulnerable, I just wanted to kiss her and tell her it was ok.
Wolf broke my train of thought. “Are you just gonna sit there, bro? She totally tricked us into having sex with her. What, did you just want to get losing your virginity over with, and we looked like easy targets to help you? Who’s a virgin as a senior in high school anyway?”
I hated how Wolf talked to Phyllis and how upset I could tell it made her. I snapped, “You’re way out of line, wolf. She didn’t trick us. She knew it would be more memorable with us. After all, we’re family now, aren’t we?” Wolf usually listened to me if I made any kind of sense, and in this case he knew I was right.
Everyone was quiet for a moment, and then, “Are you alright?” Wolf asked Phyllis, as his way of saying he was sorry.
Phyllis looked surprised at both of us. “Yeah. You mean, you’re not mad?” “Not at all. But I want to make sure you want to keep going if you’re not hurt --” I started, but was cut off. “-- I’m not going back down there with my mouth until we’re sure she’s done being a virgin,” Wolf interrupted. “Fine, you don’t have to,” I growled back. Wolf got the hint and got quiet. Phyllis was still sitting there, looking like she wasn’t sure what to do. I took her hand and kissed it lightly, to reaffirm that I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her -unless she wanted it to.
We wordlessly agreed to end the conversation and get back to what we’d started. I guided Phyllis back down on the bed, and started kissing her neck to try and get the mood started again. Wolf didn’t need much help and was hovering over her, ready to go. Phyllis moaned and I knew he’d begun to finish the job I’d started.
“You like that, sis?” Wolf said, as Phyllis’ breath got quicker. I just held her, making sure she felt comfortable, still unable to explain why I wasn’t my usual self around her, but it didn’t matter. This felt good, the three of us here, making each other feel special, like we were the only three people in the world.
Afterwards, we all laid there, with both of us lying on either side of Phyllis, who was sleeping. I was about to nod off when I heard the front door close. “Shit! Dad’s home,” I said a bit too loudly, waking up Phyllis and knocking Wolf off the bed. “You’ve got to get back to your room, sis. We’ll see you tomorrow.”
Phyllis looked startled, but I figured that was mostly because I’d just woken her up. Then she got her clothes together, and went into her room, leaving our door slightly ajar. It wasn’t a minute too soon either, because just then, Dad came in.
Chapter 13 Daddy
No matter how hard I tried, these days it seemed like I was never able to get home early enough to have dinner with the kids. I’d made a point to do it in those first few weeks following Phyllis’ mother’s death, to ensure sure my little princess was doing ok and had everything she needed. Now, with the boys taking over half of her living quarters, I wondered how she was adjusting, and if she might just want to move into the East Wing with me, since I wasn’t around much.
I also knew that my boys were no angels and could get into their fair share of shenanigans. That’s why when I got home a little earlier than normal and heard some commotion upstairs, I decided I needed to go check on them. I’d had a full day of meetings, but I hadn’t talked to them in a couple of days and knew I needed to check in.
Walking up the stairs, I could see the light from the room glowing through the boys’ cracked door. I passed Phyllis’ room on the left, and stopped to knock, gazing down the hall where the noise had suddenly died down. I gave the door a few soft taps. No answer. A few louder ones, and said, “Phyllis, you in there, princess?”
“Ye-yeah, Daddy,” she stammered. “Just checking to see if everything is ok. Can I come in?” she didn’t sound like her usual self. “Sure,” she said lightly.
I opened the door to see her dark bedroom, and only the outline of her sitting up in bed. Walking over to her, I could see her large eyes peering at me. “I haven’t seen you in a few days and wanted to see how things are going with you and your brothers. They aren’t giving you a hard time are they?” “No! Not at all!” she answered in a tone that I thought was a little bit too eager, as though she was covering up something. “Ok, you’re sure? I know they can be sneaky.” “Nope. Everything is good around here, Daddy.”
I stared at Phyllis, searching for something that would give it away if she wasn’t telling the truth, but there was nothing.
“Hey, I was thinking it would be fun if we took a family outing to the Christmas tree lot tomorrow. The holiday is only a couple of days away, and we still haven’t got a tree this year. What do you think? It would be our first time out together as a family?” Phyllis paused, then smiled, “I think that would be awesome.”
“Great! I’ll let the boys know. Love you, Princess,” I said as I stood up and kissed her on the forehead. “Love you too, Daddy.” “Sleep tight.”
Slowly, I crept out of her room, closing the door almost silently, so that I didn’t disturb her any more than I already had. And I kept walking down to the twins’ room. Their door was cracked open, and I eavesdropped a little to see what they were scheming this time, but there was only silence. Had they fallen asleep with the light on? I pushed the
door open to find out.
Both were sitting on their beds, Wolf with his headphones in, watching something on his computer, and Max reclined, reading a book. Max looked over at me. “What’s up, Dad? Long time no see.” “I know. Sorry about that. Work has been crazy. It turns out they don’t care if you have a family at home that you’d like to see sometimes. Everyone just wants a piece of you.” Wolf finally noticed me, and took out his headphones. “Hey Pops! What brings you to this wing of the house?” “Well, I was just telling Max how I’ve been having a tough time getting off work to hang out with you kids. So, I talked to your sister Phyllis, and we thought it might be fun to take a family trip to the Christmas tree lot tomorrow and pick something out.” As I expected, there wasn’t an overwhelming sense of excitement, but eventually Wolf caved. “Anything to hang out as a family,” he said, grinning. I wasn’t sure why everything felt a little off with the kids tonight. Maybe this was just how they were, and I wasn’t around enough to know any different. “You guys adjusting ok? I mean, is there anything you need? You haven’t been getting up to any trouble, right?” “You know us, Dad. When are we ever not in trouble?” Wolf laughed, throwing a pillow across the room at Max who already had his nose back in his book. The pillow hit the book, causing it to hit Max square in the face. I half expected him to hop up and start fighting his brother, but Max let the pillow fall to the floor, then went back to his book, saying, “Yeah Dad, that sounds fine.” “Great. You sure there isn’t anything you need?” I asked one more time, trying to figure out why I was having this odd feeling in my gut. “Nope, we’re fine, Dad.” This time it was Max that answered, so I knew it was time to leave them alone. “Alright. See you tomorrow in the kitchen around noon then.” I walked out of their room, closing the door behind me.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly with these three. Almost too smoothly, but it was what I’d hoped for, so I couldn’t be upset about it. It’s just that I wasn’t used to things working without me having to help them along.
“Who knows,” I thought to myself. “Maybe in a month or so it will feel like I have my family back, and I won’t be so alone anymore.” Ever since my wife died, I’d felt a terrible loneliness. I know our romance was a whirlwind, but I loved her deeply. Friends keep telling me I need to move on, but every day I see Phyllis’ face, and it’s a reminder of her mother. I’ve even caught myself thinking about my stepdaughter a few
times, in ways that are completely inappropriate. But I can’t help myself. She’s all of the best parts of her mother -- physically, mentally, and spiritually. I was nervous my twins noticed this about her too and would break her heart. After all, they’re my sons, I couldn’t put too much past them.
Chapter 14 Wolf
We all met in the kitchen at noon to go Christmas tree shopping, and I gotta admit, it was pretty awkward. I’m not used to any kind of day-after awkwardness when I fuck someone. Usually we pretend it didn’t happen or casually talk about it, but this time it was a secret the three of us had to keep to ourselves. The catch was that since we lived together, we couldn’t really pretend it didn’t happen either -- mostly because deep down all of us wanted it to happen again. Then here was poor Dad, trying to make us act like a family, when we were already closer than he could even imagine.
Finally, Dad got down to the kitchen where we were all standing around, not saying much. I wanted to say something to Phyllis, make a joke about last night because she seemed really nervous, but it was too risky since we didn’t know when Dad would be creeping up on us. If there was anything I’d learned from living here so far, it was that sometimes the walls really did have ears.
That was the first time I’d ever slept with a virgin, and I still can’t believe I felt like this about it, but I wanted to apologize to Phyllis for making a big deal about the blood. I mean, it was disgusting. I didn’t expect to be tonguing her when it happened, but then again, I had no way of knowing. In the end, I figured it was best that we left it alone.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, but Phyllis has this softening effect on Max and I. We hadn’t talked about it, but I could tell. Usually we ran through girls like it was nothing, sent them home, high fived and went to bed. But Max was right. Something was different this time.
“What kind of tree do you guys think you want?” I was thankful Phyllis broke the silence so we didn’t have to. “You know sis, we’ve never had a Christmas tree before,” I was used to getting reactions from people when I told them this. It wasn’t something I just said for a reaction though, it was true. Our mom didn’t celebrate any holidays, so we didn’t either. Sometimes she’d get us presents around Christmas time, but it was never on the actual date, and it was only because she felt bad that the other kids were getting new stuff. Of course, she’d blame it on our “loser father” not giving her enough money for
presents. Dad always made sure to send us something, but it was still a far cry from a traditional holiday.
“You’ve never had a Christmas tree?!” Phyllis said, shocked like everyone else. “Hey sis,” Max chimed in, real smooth like he always does. “What do you say we just leave that part of our past alone?” Phyllis paused for a second. “Sure. Didn’t mean to pry.” It was clear that she was a bit defeated after getting that response. “How about you tell us what you want, and we’ll go from there,” Max continued his thought.
Just then, Dad came into the room. “You kids ready to go?”
Chapter 15 Phyllis
Everything was weird. It’s not that things were more weird now compared to yesterday, although that was true. It was just that everything felt weird; no one was acting like themselves and it seemed like a stretch for us to hold any kind of conversation at all. Daddy usually struggled to make small talk, but today we all did.
It had been a couple of Christmases now that Daddy and I celebrated Christmas with just the two of us. He was always so sweet and got me the best gifts, but it still wasn’t the same without Mother. It was better, of course, since we usually celebrated for a few hours before she rushed out to meet her boyfriend, but it was still… weird.
Then add two brand new step brothers into the equation, and the fact that they’d taken my virginity last night and it was big bowl of odd soup.
So, there we sat, four full grown adults, cruising along in Daddy’s Range Rover, heading toward the Christmas tree lot. We listened to some seasonal jazz as we motored along in silence. I couldn’t tell if I was the only one in the mood to talk, but I didn’t care. Despite the unusual situation, I personally was filled with seasonal joy, the kind that you get when you have a big home to decorate and a love interest or two to catch under the mistletoe.
“Daddy, did you know this is Wolf’s and Max’s first time going to get a Christmas tree?” I said, looking back at them, and remembering a second too late what Max had said in the kitchen. I immediately regretted trying to break the ice. Sheepishly peering into the backseat, I saw Max shoot a scowl my way.
“Is that right, boys? How come you never said anything?” Daddy asked, only halfway
searching for the answer. “It wasn’t that big of a deal,” Max responded, with a tone of definiteness in his voice that kept Daddy from asking more questions. He turned the music up, prohibiting any chance of casual conversation that we had.
Throughout the ride -- which seemed to last forever -- I kept stealing glances back at my brothers. I was torn between acting normal and wanting more of what we’d had last night. They seemed so distant right now, so quiet and reserved, not like they had when they were inside of me. I’d always dreamed of losing my virginity -- how it would happen, who would be the one to take it. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that it would happen like this, but it was a pleasant surprise for sure.
When I looked back, they were so nonchalant and calm sitting there, waiting until we got to the Christmas tree lot. After what felt like forever, we arrived and piled out of the car, stretched and took a look around. “Are you guys and gal ready to have some fun?” Daddy asked. He tried so hard to relate to us, he just didn’t know how, but his obvious efforts only made him more endearing.
Without meaning to, we all split up, inspecting all of the different trees. There weren’t a ton of options since we were only a couple of days away from Christmas, but there were enough to disappear behind. After a few minutes of wandering solo, I found a tree I felt particularly good about. As I was going to yell for the group to come find me, someone grabbed me from behind and put his hand over my mouth. Equal parts alarmed, curious, and turned on, I looked behind me to see who it was.
Wolf was standing there, holding me tight and smiling down at me. “You’re making me hunt you down in here, are ya?” he jokingly whispered with a light laugh. He leaned down to kiss my cheek then slowly released me. “She’s over here!” he yelled, waving his hand so Daddy and Max could find us. I must have been blushing pretty hard because when Daddy saw me, he said, “You ok, Princess? You’re a bit red.” Caught off-guard, I answered without thinking. “Yeah, it’s just a pretty good workout walking around this lot in all of these clothes. I’m just getting a little warm.” He seemed to buy it. “Anyways, I was just telling Wolf here that I think I found the perfect tree. Look!” I said, motioning to the tree that I’d wanted to show them earlier. “That looks perfect,” Max said, but he was staring at me, not at the tree. “Oh-- Ok, so can we get it?” I said, taken aback. Daddy turned to my brothers. “What do you think, boys?” “Little sister gets what she wants,” Wolf chimed in from behind me. “Sounds good. I’ll go get someone to cut it down and wrap it up,” Daddy said as he turned and walked away. Then over his shoulder he yelled, “You stay here so I can find
you. Don’t get into any shenanigans, you three.”
As he walked away, we all stared at each other, the sexual tension building in the silence. He rounded the corner and was out of sight. Just then, Wolf grabbed me again, only this time is was his strong hands on my ass, while Max moved in closer. He gently tilted my head up before lightly kissing me on the lips. I let out a soft audible moan, but I’m not sure they heard it.
Then they both suddenly let me go and stepped away as Daddy’s voice carried from the aisle over.
Chapter 16 Wolf
Our “family outing” was exactly what we thought it would be. We spent a few hours with our dad so he’d feel good about doing something with us at Christmas, and then we were back on our own again. He helped us set up the 12ft Christmas tree in the main foyer, showing us how to make sure it had enough water, and giving us a few decorating tips.
“You’re not going to stay and help us decorate, Daddy?” Phyllis asked him, looking at him with those big doe eyes of hers. “Sorry babygirl. I have to go to the office since I was out all day with you kids. Don’t worry though, I had Maria bring all of the decorations out of storage. They should be in the main room over there for you. Save the star for me though!” he added. “Okay,” Phyllis said. I could tell she was disappointed, but that just gave me even more reasons to try and cheer her up.
Meanwhile, I’d known it was only a matter of time before he left. After all, Dad never stuck around to see a family job through. To be honest though, I didn’t care. I’d rather have had him gone. Not because I didn’t like Dad or anything, but because I’d been staring at Phyllis’ fat ass all day and I needed to rub my hands all over it. I needed to get her undressed, lying facedown on the couch, and give her the best Christmas present of all. Hell, with a pussy as tight as hers, it’s probably the best gift I’d be getting too. And now that Max and I had officially deflowered her, I could let this tongue really get to work.
Max hadn’t said anything about wanting to bang her again tonight, but he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of her all day, so I knew he was thinking the same thing. Even now, when our dad hadn’t quite closed the front door, my brother was shamelessly walking up behind her as she admired the tree.
It was obvious now that he was going in to get Round Two started, so I made my way toward him and Phyllis. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I said to them. “Yes. I we picked a great one!” Phyllis sweetly said, and seemed truly excited about the stupid tree. “He wasn’t talking about the tree, sis,” Max said, catching my drift. “Oh?” she answered, looking confused. A slow expression of understanding spread across her face as I said, “We’re talking about your body.”
I loved when she was struck speechless. Always quick witted and full of words, but Max and I rendered her silent in some moments. He turned her face up and started kissing her again, but she pushed him away. “Wait, wait, wait. What are you doing?” Surprised, Max said, “I think it’s quite obvious what I’m doing. I’m kissing you.” “I know, but here?” she motioned for him to look around. “In front of… the help?” “I don’t see anyone here. Do you, Wolf?” Max asked. We both loved it when people caught us having sex. Neither could explain why, but we planned most of our conquests to happen in some way that might get us caught.
But as with everything else when it came to Phyllis, we didn’t want to make her uncomfortable; we cared about her feelings. “Would you like to come to our room again?” Max finally asked.
Phyllis nodded, eager to get upstairs; in fact, she led the way.
Chapter 17 Max
They say the first time is the best, but when it came to Phyllis, every time just kept getting better. After Dad left, we made our way up to the room, where she’d be more comfortable. Max and I usually liked to escalate things with women we slept with multiple times; tie them up and that type of thing. With our sister though, was wanted things to go slower. Clearly she was enjoying us, but we were having just as good of a time as she was and wanted her to be able to take it all in.
Just like last night, we took our time, kissing every inch of her body as she simply laid back. Tonight though, when it was time for Wolf and I to kiss her lips up top and below, we wanted to do things a little different. “Sis, would you be up for a bit of fun?” I asked, reaching over to my nightstand and pulling out a blindfold. She was apprehensive. “S-sure,” she said timidly.
“We were hoping you said that,” I said, not giving her a chance to ask any other questions. I looked over at Wolf who was already in action. He untied another bandana from my bedpost. “Lay back, sis,” Wolf said, smiling as he reached toward her. Phyllis still looked a little nervous, and I wanted to calm her nerves. “Don’t worry, sis. This isn’t our first rodeo,” Wolf said trying to assure her. It seemed to work because she sat back and let her body relax down into the bed, eager to feel us inside her. “We’d never let anything happen to you,” I said, looking deep into her eyes, and could sense she eased up a bit, feeling more and more comfortable with us.
Wolf tied the bandana around her eyes, and I started kissing her neck, working my way up to her lips. Meanwhile, Wolf ran his hands all over her curves before wedging his face between her thick thighs. Phyllis started to moan, and gently guided my hands to her double D breasts, which I was more than happy to massage as I kept kissing her, eventually moving my lips to her perky nipples. It didn’t take long before she came, and that’s when the real party started.
Chapter 18 Phyllis
I’m in love with my step brothers, I thought to myself as I laid in my bed after our second sexual romp. Just like last night, we’d heard Daddy come home and I scampered off to my room before he could hear anything that was happening. The smell of sex was thick in the air, but that was something Max and Wolf would have to deal with since it was in their room. I had a feeling this was a situation they were used to getting out of though.
I tried to wrap my head around the whole situation. I’d only known these two for a few days, and our meeting was less than ideal, but I felt like we’d been family forever. Well, a different kind of family. We now knew each other intimately. They’d taken my virginity, and had been so gentle about it too. Meanwhile, I’d fulfilled their fantasy of double teaming a woman who had “more to love,” but the connection was deeper than that. I really believed we had a spark between the three of us. After all, they didn’t talk to me like they talked to other girls, and they couldn’t wait until Daddy left so they could be alone with me. I felt more than satisfied after they made me come five times, and I drifted off to sleep.
The next morning was Christmas Eve, and I woke up in a small panic realizing we’d never decorated the tree. It wasn’t likely that Daddy would notice since he was always preoccupied with work, but I couldn’t be sure. I crept down to the kitchen, listening to
see if I heard anyone in there. It was silent so I walked in, only to find Daddy sitting at the table in the breakfast nook reading a book. “Oh! Hi Daddy!” I said, a little too nervously.
“Good morning, Princess,” he said, setting his book down and sipping his coffee. “How was your evening last night?” There was no way he could have known, was there? No. He must be asking because it’s a normal question, I thought to myself, trying to keep my heartrate down. “It was good. Nothing too eventful,” I said as I made my way to the fridge to get some eggs for an omelette. I hadn’t even finished my sentence before Wolf came bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen.
“What’s up, Pop?” he casually said, not looking at Daddy, but rather at me. Max quietly followed behind, adding, “Good morning, everyone.” “Hi boys. I was just talking to Phyllis about your night last night.” “It was a great night,” Wolf said, a little too eagerly for my liking, and I stole a glance at Daddy to see if he noticed. If he did, he gave nothing away. “It must have been because I noticed you didn’t decorate the tree,” Daddy casually said, taking a sip from his mug.
I started panicking, wondering how the three of us would handle it, but I was saved by Wolf, who never seemed short on words. “Yeah, we were all pretty tired after traipsing through that lot all day.” “I see,” Daddy said, and he seemed to buy it, or at least I was just hoping he did. “So, are you going to finish up tonight? I have to wrap up some things at the office, but I should be back early to help if you save me some ornaments.” “You got it, Dad,” Wolf playfully said. “But that’s your present from us. Hope you’re not expecting anything else.” “That works for me,” Daddy said, gathering his book and coffee mug. “I’m going to go to my study for a while, you three behave, ok?” Once again, his choice of words sent nervous spasms through me, but Wolf continued to save us. “You know we will,” my step brother said.
Daddy left, and we heard his study door click closed from down the hall. We breathed a slight sigh of relief and started quietly talking while making our breakfasts. “Has anyone ever told you two that you’re very good in bed?” I said, unable to think of anything else for the last few days, but feeling flirty. “I’ve heard that a few times,” Wolf said, maneuvering around me in the kitchen. “I can’t speak for Max though. He’s kind of a bore.” “What can I say, Wolf’s right. You know where I’m not boring though? The kitchen,”
Max chimed in with a wink, and nervous excitement rose up inside me. Were they going to try something here? Where people could potentially catch us? Wolf seemed caught off guard too, and we both looked at Max, waiting for him to continue. “Why don’t you two both sit down and I’ll make the breakfast. It’s clear you have no idea what you’re doing.”
I once again sighed, relieved, but also a little disappointed. I wanted to feel their kisses on me every moment of the day.
“We should listen to him, sis,” Wolf said, lightly tapping my ass to usher me towards the table. “Max makes the best breakfast this side of the Mississippi.” “Oh yeah? What makes it so good?” I asked. Max looked at us with a wry smile, “My special sauce.”
Chapter 19 Wolf
Leave it to Dad to notice the little things and have me thinking on my toes first thing in the morning. Then again, he was a lawyer, and they got paid to point out the details. Luckily, he seemed to buy my story, at least enough for now.
Last night when he’d pulled up in the driveway, we’d pulled out of our sister, ushering her to her room before he had a chance to realize what was going on. It wasn’t likely that he’d come to our wing two nights in a row, but you never can tell with Dad. Sometimes he gets emo and wants to connect, others he just wants to go to bed.
Max and I listened closely as we heard the door open, quietly close, and then heard Dad’s footsteps go off in the direction of the East wing. Now that I thought about it, I’d never actually been to Dad’s side of the mansion; there was always too much going on over here. I looked at Max and we both relaxed and started breathing easy again. Exhausted, I fell asleep almost immediately.
The next morning, I couldn’t wait to get downstairs and take a look at our sister, keeping an eye out for little things that only I could enjoy, like noticing if having both of us inside her made her walk a little funny, or even just to get a good look at her ass. Max happened to be up early too, and we made our way downstairs. I heard her and Dad talking before I burst in, and in retrospect should have waited a little longer to get a grip on the conversation they were having. “Hi Pop!” I said, surprised to see him awake and casually eating at this time in the morning. By now, he was usually either on the way to the office or asleep, but I’d never known him to have a leisurely breakfast.
Dad started asking us questions about why we hadn’t decorated the Christmas tree, and it was clear Phyllis wasn’t equipped to handle this line of questioning, so I took over. I honestly don’t even remember what I said or how I made him stop, but I just played it cool and let the words flow, thinking in the back of my mind about what we’d be doing later tonight. Finally satisfied with our story, Dad left us three in the kitchen together.
When I told Phyllis that Max made the best breakfast ever, I wasn’t kidding. He made a mean omelette, french toast, hell, he could even whip up a frittata if we were having a mimosa brunch.
With all of Dad’s awkwardness behind us, I sat down next to Phyllis at the table. She looked beautiful. I wasn’t sure what happened, but she looked glowy and much prettier than a few days ago when we met. I wondered if I was maybe having feelings for her, but knew that wasn’t the case. She was just a good fuck that I cared about like a sister… which I guess is a little weird. But how could I help it? Her body was the most enticing thing I’d ever seen.
I lost track of time as we sat there, eating breakfast and making small talk, dancing around the one issue all of us were inevitably thinking about. As we started to finish up, I leaned in to the group, waving them closer to me. “Phyllis, as soon as the staff takes off for the holiday and dad goes in to work for awhile, I want you to know I’m going to eat that little pussy up.”
It caught her off guard, which is what I was going for, and she started to blush. I smiled and stole a glance at Max who looked a little caught off-guard himself, but was flashing that lowkey savage grin of his. Phyllis composed herself then leaned in and said, “I can’t wait.” She raised her voice a bit to talk at a normal level, and said, “Ok boys, I’m going back to my room to hang out for awhile. Thanks for the breakfast, Max.” When she turned to walk away, swaying all of her curves back and forth like a runway model. I couldn’t help but yell out after her, “I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave!” It was corny, I know, but it was also the truth. Watching Phyllis walk away was one of the great joys in life and from one look at Max I could tell he felt the same.
Chapter 20 Daddy
I felt bad about leaving the kids alone on Christmas but there was nothing I could do about it since I’d already taken time off to go to the Christmas tree lot with them. I was nervous about how well the three of them got along together but it seemed so far like they've been doing fine. So I rushed off to go to the office to do a few little extra things
just to start the new year on the right foot since the whole staff was out for the holidays.
As I was leaving the house, I couldn't see anyone around so I yelled up to the kids in the West Wing, “Hey kids I'm leaving for work for the night. Please finish decorating the Christmas tree, but save the star for me!” I reiterated. “I'll see you in a few hours when I get back. It won't be long I promise.” There was no answer. “Alright well, I guess I'll just assume you guys are all napping or reading or have headphones on.” I stopped talking loudly and just talked to myself. “Oh gosh, what am I doing anymore nobody's even listening okay by kids see you later,” I said before grabbing my briefcase off the floor and heading out of the house.
As I was driving, I got the feeling that I'd forgotten something, so I looked down into my briefcase next to me. I couldn't put my finger on what it was exactly but I could tell it was something important by the way that this was nagging me. So, as I was speeding down the road, I dug around in my briefcase and sure enough I had left the keys to my office. I pulled over and checked through all of my papers it wasn't there. In fact, I dumped everything out and couldn't find the keys I felt bad about having to waste time going home when it was taking away from time I’d otherwise be spending with the kids later on but I couldn't get into an office without keys. I turned around and headed back home to get them.
Admittedly I drove a little faster than I should have, but then again the kids were napping and I knew that by the time I got there they probably still be napping so it was fine. Pulling into the driveway, I realized that everyone had gone home for the night. All of the staff left as soon as I had, which is good; I wanted them to get to spend time with their families even if I had to go work and give up time with mine.
I quietly unlocked the door and crept into the house. I looked to the left where the Christmas tree was. Still no decorations but that's okay because I knew the kids were still sleeping -- then that's when I saw it.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Was this really happening? Was this really what was going on under my own roof when I wasn't home? I looked over into the void in the area where the stairs come down from the West Wing. I saw the kids in the sitting room together. It was a surprise to see them awake but I was completely shocked to see them doing what they were doing. In fact it was so surprised I couldn't even find the words to say what I wanted to say upon notice upon seeing them. So, I just sat there and watched for a few minutes.
There they were: Phyllis my daughter, my princess naked in the middle of the room with
her step brother's kissing her naked body. Both Wolf and Max were only wearing their boxers at this point and none of the three seem to even notice that I'd walked into the room.
I felt sad watching and not saying anything but I honestly couldn't even come to find the words to say to organize what I was thinking about this situation. Was I mad? Sure. They were related to each other; they should have behaved themselves better than this. Besides I had known it was risky leaving these boys home with Phyllis, but I did it anyway. This was partly my fault.
But I couldn't really be mad at my sons. How many times had I thought of Phyllis this way myself? Enough to where I understand their raging desire for her. I quietly watch them kiss her nipples and her mouth together. They kissed everywhere as they slowly undressed her, and Phyllis seemed like she was enjoying it, but I knew they could be doing a better job. There was no easy way to barge in on this scene, so I decided to do it with the attitude of a dad who was angry at his kids for doing what they were doing, which wouldn’t be hard for them to believe.
“Hey you kids! What are you doing?!” I said in a pretty angry voice, but one that didn't quite convince even myself. They were all immediately shocked and ashamed though. Phyllis reached for her clothes to cover herself as she yelped in surprise. Max and Wolf also reach for boxer briefs then realized they hadn’t brought any down with them. I walked further into the living room and said, “I already asked you once, don't make me ask you twice.” I was trying to sound as angry as I could. It worked because all three started stuttering and trying to come up with some sort of excuse for why they were acting like this. When Wolf struggled to find something to say, I knew they were in trouble.
I also had to admit I was jealous of my sons. I've never planned on acting out any type of sexual fantasy that I'd had myself about Phyllis, but looking at them I could tell that it was something I definitely wanted to do now. She was so voluptuous, so beautiful, so innocent; all I wanted was to make her feel as good as her company made me fill in the hard years after her mom's passing. I knew I could make her feel amazing myself, but from watching the little bit of my sons’ performance, I knew that they needed some of my help too. So I tried to continue to make them think I was angry, but inside I knew this was the teaching moment.
“I can't believe what I'm saying, boys. I expected more from you. You were supposed to protect your sister. You were supposed to make sure that she was safe you're supposed to make sure that she was comfortable you were supposed to make sure that nothing bad
happened. And here you are taking advantage of her I expected much more of you.” Wolf and Max looked very ashamed. Neither could come up with anything to say. For Max, that wasn't unusual but for Wolf that was nearly unheard of.
I looked over toward Phyllis. She was hanging her head and refused to look me in the eye. “Princess you know I love you, right?” She wouldn't answer so I continued, “ the only reason I told you to stay away from your brothers and why I have given you the advice about boys is because I don't want you to get hurt. I want you to be treated like the special girl that you are. I don't want you in bed with some assholes who don't know what they're doing. Sure, they are my sons but I never got to when it comes to sexual encounters.” I knew it was an odd way to bring up the situation but I couldn't be mad at her if she was already ashamed enough.
Now it was time to catch all three of them off guard, but first I wanted to make them a little scared. “ Obviously I'll have to punish all three of you. It’s going to be a punishment unlike any that you've ever had before. In fact it's a punishment I've never even thought of until this very moment, but I can't think of anything else more fitting to remedy this situation than what I'm about to tell you to do.” It was clear they were scared after hearing that, but they didn't know what I was going to say and I would like that power over them.
“I need all three of you to look at me when I tell you this,” the three of them looked up and were staring at me, waiting for what I would say next. “Wolf, Max, if you're going to sleep with your sister you're going to do it right. You're going to make her feel like the little princess that she is when you're not going to be sloppy like what I just saw happening on the floor. You're going to take care of her you're going to make sure her sexual needs are met before your own.” The boys were quiet, in awe of what I just said, not fully comprehending where I was going with this. I wanted to shame them a little more.
“See you're not even taking action even after what I've just told you. Sit back, let me set this up and teach you what you need to know about pleasing a woman. First of all, it's not about you and you need to know that from the very beginning.”
I looked over to my daughter Phyllis. She was confused, but I could tell that this also excited her. I spoke to her gently. “ Phyllis sweetie come here for a minute,” I said and she got up, clutching her panties and bra to her chest and pussy where they would have gone if she'd been wearing them. “Give me a hug princess. Daddy isn't mad at you. He's mad at your brothers who haven't been taking care of you the way that they should have. But I'm going to have to punish you anyway sweetie. do you understand?” she
wordlessly nodded her head yes, but I could tell she was still scared about what would come.
“Everyone, follow me to the Christmas tree.”
Chapter 21 Phyllis
It wasn’t clear how long Daddy had been standing there, or how much he’d seen. There I was, lying on the ground, completely naked with both Max and Wolf kissing me all over. Did Daddy like what he saw? I wasn’t sure why I had that thought, but it was nagging me in the back of my mind.
I hadn't even heard the opening of the front door, I was so in the moment. Daddy didn’t try to break up the three of us either, or even yell at us or any other reaction I’d expect from a parent in his position.
So many thoughts ran through my mind at once. What would he think? Would Daddy ever make the twins move away? Would Daddy kick me out of the house instead of them? Where would I go? I was scared, but for some reason the fear only added to the pleasure of the moment. There was clearly an air of sexual tension when Daddy came in, even though he was reprimanding us. None of the three of us siblings wanted to stop making love, but we had to.
I was terrified, mortified, and everything in between. Of course we’d known what we were doing was risky. That’s why we stopped our fun whenever Daddy pulled into the driveway at night, or waited to start until the staff had gone home and he was at the office. We’d gotten careless though, throwing caution to the wind in place of desire.
Daddy started talking to us, but I wasn't understanding any of the things he was saying. His pose was authoritative, gazing down at us from the steps into the room, but there was an expression on his face. I couldn’t quite place it. There was certainly an air of surprise but something else too… desire? Could it be? I started thinking about Daddy and what he would do if you were in the situation Max and Wolf were in. I started thinking about my mom and fantasizing about the types of things they did together. I started thinking about Daddy standing there, and what he’d look like without wearing any clothes.
Over the years I’d had too many fantasies about Daddy to count, and I’d eventually shut them out of my mind because it just didn’t feel right lusting after the man who had taken care of me when he really didn’t have to. I just couldn’t fully push all of them away
though. Some nights, as I lay in bed touching myself, my thoughts would drift to his perfectly classical handsome face, with a thick head of brown hair. It was always swooped and lightly greased, and in all of these years I’ve never seen it out of place. He was every woman’s dream.
There was definitely something else in the air that I was sensing though. Everything happened in only a matter of a few moments, but I tried to take in as much of the situation as I could and make sense of it, figure out what was coming next.
I looked around at my brothers. Both were listening, but they were unable to find any words to say, and their charm wouldn’t get them out of this; Daddy was immune to it.
Wolf had a look of shock which I'd never seen him have before. He was always so cool and confident, able to handle anything unforseen; it unnerved me a little bit knowing he wouldn't know how to dig us out of ahole this time. I looked to Max as he sat there with the same stoic facial expression he always had, but it was his eyes that gave him away. There was a look of surprise and fear in them as well. Without my experienced step brothers to look up to I didn't know how I should react. So I just did what I've been doing for the last few days and let my emotions take over. I sat in fear and waited.
Once Daddy started talking in his gentle, nurturing tone, some of the fear subsided. It was odd but I felt like maybe he thought that I was the only innocent one in this situation. After all, he must have known how experienced my step brothers were. He'd lived with me throughout my teenage years so he also knew I’d never even been with a boy once.
One by one, Daddy talked to Wolf and Max, telling them why they should have acted differently why they should have taken care of me, but when it came time for Daddy to scold me, he just spoke gently instead.
He called me over to him, always calling me his little princess or some other pet name that he had for me. I was naked and ashamed and I held my bra and my panties over my boobs and pussy trying to shield my privates from his eyes. I knew he wasn’t my real Daddy, but it still felt weird to have him see my most intimate parts, and that is when he said that we all needed to meet him in the room with the Christmas tree.
Finally, Daddy kep talking and told us what our punishment would be.
Chapter 22 Daddy
I gently held Phyllis's hand as I led her into the family room where the giant Christmas tree stood towering over us. Both Wolf and Max followed slowly behind, and I wondered how they’d take the punishment I’d devised. There was no doubt in my mind this was the first time anyone had made them do what I was about to.
They stood there in their underwear, shaking despite their strong appearances, and waited to see what I was going to make them do. I could tell they were scared when Wolf spoke out “We’re adults, you know. You can't just make us do weird things that we don't want to,” he said with his voice trembling, clearly not even believing his own words.
“I know, Wolf” I said looking at him and then I continued, “Right now this isn't about you though. This is about you learning a lesson for your sister Phyllis’ sake. if you three are going to continue this -- whatever this relationship is, you're going to need to know how to treat my little princess like the special lady that she is.”
My words hung in the air, and I looked at their faces. It was clear they were completely confused now. Of course, I knew what I was going to do with them all along but they had no idea. So me talking to them in general terms without them knowing what was coming next was proving to be quite entertaining but also a little bit cruel.
I grabbed the blanket off the couch, the thickest fuzziest blanket that I could find, and laid it out on the floor next to the Christmas tree. While there were no ornaments on the tree yet, it was adorned with light thanks to some of my staff. It was glowing and that was the only light on in the room. It gave off the aura of a candle-lit ambiance; it would be perfect for teaching the kids this important lesson.
I pointed to the blanket that was now laid out on the floor, and motioned to Phyllis. “Here sweetie, lay down. Daddy is going to take care of everything.” She was apprehensive as she laid down on the rug, but slowly she relaxed into the floor and let hurt her bra and panties fall away from her body. It was the first time I'd ever seen her breasts this bare, and this close. They were more beautiful than I even imagined; perky and full. It was hard not to reach down and caress them… but that would come later. Then I looked down to her clit and instantly became hard, which I wasn't expecting because of how innocent my daughter was and how little I’d thought of her in that way.
“Just like that baby. Lay there just like that,” I said trying to calm her nerves, and slow my own pulse as it began racing.
I looked back at my boys; they were standing there staring at their sister in a lustful yet
loving way. It was clear that they wanted to have a part of her right now, but that wasn't my punishment plan for them. If I let them get everything they wanted they would never learn anything; I had to teach them.
“Boys, this is your punishment,” I started. “ First you need to get undressed so your sister doesn't feel uncomfortable being the only naked person in the room.”
I expected some fight in them but instead they both seemed to understand the situation and didn't want their sister to feel awkward so they slowly and gradually took off their boxer briefs. I hadn't seen my son's naked since they were young boys and I was fairly impressed with how well endowed they both were. It was clear that they took after me in more ways than just good looks.
“Here's what your punishment will be. You two are going to learn how to please a woman.” Searching their faces I could see only an expression of confusion, wondering what was going to happen next. I didn't want to keep them in suspense because they would only take away from the passion of the moment so I didn't let them interrupt I just continued going until I finish telling them what their punishment was going to be.
“You two are going to learn how to make your sister the most sexually satisfied woman in the world. When we're done tonight she's going to be so happy that she’ll remember this night for the rest of her life. And I'm going to teach you how to do it. So get down next to her, both of you, and listen to what I tell you to do.”
I was surprised that all of them followed my instructions perfectly, without me needing to coerce them. If there was anything I’d learned from years of legal practice, it was that getting someone while they are vulnerable almost always means they’ll listen to your directions.
Of course, I would never hurt my kids, but there was something about seeing them uncertain and a little afraid that made my dick hard. It was a sexual power that a person rarely got to experience outside of paying for it at an S&M club, and it’s been years since I’ve been to one of those.
“Now, boys, I want you to start by kissing her neck. There you go. Now, move slowly down her neck to her chest -- don’t rush though! Pleasuring a woman is about taking your time. Make sure Phyllis knows there’s nowhere in the world you’d rather be than with her. Do it with your mouth, but not with your words.”
I sat on the couch, watching as my daughter started disengaging from the world and falling into pure bliss. Her eyes closed and she settled into the blanket as they started
massaging her giant, full breasts. It was at this point I realized my cock was hard and I was breathing faster. Just watching them please her made me want to join in, but it wasn’t time for that yet.
“You keep doing that,” I said before getting up. “I’ll be right back.” I walked down the hall into the East Wing. What the kids didn’t know was that I’d had a false wall built into my bedroom, and behind it was my sex dungeon. It hadn’t been used since my wife passed away, but I figured it was about time to brush the dust off some of my toys. While I was in there, I grabbed my favorite briefs. They were so tight on my dick that it couldn’t stick out, like a fabric cuckold -- perfect for this occasion.
I could hear Phyllis’ moans getting louder from down the hall. Apparently the boys followed direction well. They hardly noticed I’d walked back into the room until I said, “Are you ready for round two?” holding up a pair of handcuffs in one hand and nipple clamps in the other.
Chapter 23 Wolf
When people talked about father-son moments, I don’t think they meant like this. For having never done any real bonding with my dad, it definitely seemed like we were making up for lost time here.
After I realized he wasn’t mad at us for fucking Phyllis, it became clear this night was going to be even more fun than I’d thought. I was used to having sex in front of family, thanks to Max’s and my sexual conquests, but this was something different. It felt wrong and special all at once -- kind of like every time I stuck my cock in Phyllis’ pussy.
Max and I followed Dad’s directions, which had been pretty simple so far. After all of the poon we’ve smashed I doubted there was anything left for our old man to teach us, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
He left us alone for a few minutes, while he went back into his room, then emerged holding some handcuffs and nipple clamps. These weren’t new toys for us, so still no surprises from Dad, you know, other than the whole “Have sex with your sister while I watch” thing. But then Dad started telling us what to do with them, and it was different than anything we’d tried before.
“Wolf, these are for you,” Dad said, but tossed the clamps to Phyllis. She started handing them to me when Dad cut her off. “No, sweetie. You’re going to put them on Wolf.” Shocked, I started to say something, then thought, “Oh, what the hell.” She was
so sweet and a little apprehensive as the delicately clamped them on me. It made me realize how rough I’d been with girls in the past when I put these on them. They hurt a lot more than I’d expected too, but without even realizing it, my dick was as hard as rock with these clamps snapped on.
“Max, these are for you,” Dad said, tossing the handcuffs to Phyllis. Max isn’t a person who gives up power easily, so I expected him to fight back, but instead he sweetly kissed Phyllis on the cheek and laid down next to the coffee table legs, with his huge cock pointed straight up in the air. She gently clasped the cuffs on his wrists, then on the table legs, mouthing, “Sorry” to him as she went.
“Now, Phyllis, I want you to go over there and smack Max’s dick around a few times. Gentle but firm.” It sounded crazy and cruel to me, but she did as Dad told her to. I thought I’d escaped this treatment when he said, “Good, now Wolf’s hand.” As she crawled over to me, her giant breasts swinging from side to side, I got suddenly excited about this. She smacked my cock once and it was pure pain and pleasure at once. Then again, and another time. I was moaning and didn’t even know it until I heard myself.
“Good job sweetie, just like that. Now, would you like to sit on Max’s hard cock?” Phyllis nodded eagerly, but also seemed a bit nervous. “I thought so. Wolf, why don’t you get busy making sure her pussy is nice and wet.” “That’s my favorite thing to do,” I enthusiastically said as I walked over towards her. “Lay down, Wolf,” Dad instructed, so I laid back down where I had been. “Princess, why don’t you go sit on his face? Let him get you ready for the dick.”
Phyllis sat on my face and it was like heaven. Warm and wet and smelled just like her. It was a sweet scent that I couldn’t place, but I couldn’t get enough of either. Dad gave me some pointers, and I was shocked at how good it felt to have my him there, coaching me and approving of what I was doing. It was the first time in my life that I’d felt like he was really proud of me for something. He may have missed all of my football games, but at least he wasn’t missing the important family stuff.
Chapter 24 Max
At first, I was uncomfortable to say the least. No guys wants his dad watching him have sex with a girl. But then again, there was nothing normal about this situation and to think anything different would just be fooling myself. So, I followed Dad’s directions. I was still apprehensive, but I could tell Phyllis was into it and I didn’t want to take her fun
I laid back and let her handcuff me. It was a helpless feeling, but for some reason when Phyllis took my hands, she was so gentle that I really felt like I wasn’t in danger, or giving up power. I was just excited to see how good she’d feel at the end of this. As Phyllis climbed on Wolf’s face, I watched as she moved back and forth and convulsed when Wolf slipped his tongue inside her. I got hard watching how much pleasure it brought her. At one point, I even thought I might come just from feeding off her vibes and moans, so I closed my eyes and just listened, waiting for when it would be my turn to feel her.
Eventually, her cries of passion subsided, and I realized Dad was motioning to Phyllis to climb on top of me. I was hard as a rock, and she smiled when she noticed too. It was a helpless feeling, lying there naked, unable to move my hands. I wanted to feel her, to ease her onto my cock. Apparently this was obvious because Dad said, “Just relax, Max. Let Phyllis take control for once.” So, that’s what I did.
Phyllis slowly sank my dick inside her and gyrated, shuddering with each movement. Letting her be in control of the situation wasn’t easy, and Dad noticed. “Close your eyes, Max,” he instructed. I did, and I let out a deep breath, finally succumbing to the experience. I could have laid there all night, with Phyllis bouncing up and down, taking Dad’s direction.
Dad called Wolf over and had Phyllis turn around so he could lick her clit while she kept riding me. I was so helpless, but wanted more at the same time. Then, after she came, Dad wanted to have the other part of our family meeting.
Chapter 25 Phyllis
I'd never been this happy in my life. Not only did I have the sexiest pair of twins living under the same roof as me, but they were also into me, and not just as a sex toy. Beyond, that, they'd pledged themselves to me, to be gentle and yet meet all of my physical desires. I struggled to believe this was happening. We'd only known each other a few days, but maybe that was all a part of holiday magic. In a short amount of time, the three of us had fallen madly in love with each other. We hadn’t said it, but as the three of us pleasured each other, it was clear that our connection was a deep one.
Then, just when I thought this situation couldn't be any better for me, Daddy added himself into the mix. After all of these years of quietly lusting after Daddy and denying
it to myself, wishing I'd had what my mom had, I finally did. It was a scenario that couldn't happen even in my wildest dreams.
Daddy had coached my brothers all night, showing them how to touch me in all of the right places, and how to be better than the lovers that I’d even dreamed of. He’d looked on, watching the magic happen, and I could tell he was getting excited from the bulge in his own pants. But it was what happened afterward that made me realize I really am the luckiest girl in the world.
Max, Wolf, and I all lounged around on the blanket Daddy had laid out -- still naked of course, since we had nothing to hide from Daddy now -- waiting to hear what Daddy had to say next. I expected this to feel awkward, maybe even a little more sexual tension than there already was, but instead there was just an overwhelming feeling of love and comfort between the three of us. Eventually, we fell completely silent, exhausted after pleasuring each other. Daddy broke the silence and brought us back to reality.
“Now kids, I gotta admit, you learn quickly. How did all of that make you feel, princess?” Daddy asked me. It felt a bit odd, but that was more about me not being used to having this much male attention than whose attention it was. After all, this wasn’t the first time my brothers and I had been intimate. “It felt like a dream,” I answered, honestly still not even sure that if I pinched myself I wouldn’t wake up.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Daddy said, with a wink. “Now, let’s talk about our arrangement.” I was confused, but also excited. “Our” arrangement? Was he going to join us? Was I finally going to know what it was like to be with Daddy too? It was too good to be true.
All three of us step siblings stared at Daddy, not really sure what he was getting at. “It’s clear that we all love Phyllis deeply and love loving Phyllis deeply, if you know what I mean.” Even in these situations, Daddy couldn’t help but make corny jokes. It was one of his many endearing qualities. “But we can’t all love her at the same time.” He looked right at me and said, “Phyllis, I know it feels good having all three of us make love to you, but you need to feel the intimacy you can only get one-on-one with us. You agree, right boys?” He said looking at my brothers. At first, they seemed annoyed, but I was surprised when Max was the one who spoke up.
“He’s right, Sis. Wolf and I are great together, but we’re even better on our own,” Max simply said.
“But we want this to be about you,” Daddy cut in. “You need to be the one calling the
shots here.” I liked the sound of this. Feeling full of confidence, and with all eyes on me, I got up and walked around the Christmas tree, trying to be as seductive as I could. I wasn’t sure if I was pulling it off, but I felt comfortable enough to try around them.
“Ok that works for me,” I coyly said, then decided to take the reigns of this conversation. “So, I guess that means I get to pick who gets to be my Christmas present, right?”
“Baby gets what baby wants,” Daddy said, nodding slowly and smiling in a way I’d never seen him smile before. It wasn’t quite smug, but more of an irresistible look of knowing, like a man at a bar who calls a woman over to him with nothing more than a look. It was in that moment I knew there was a lot more Daddy had to teach to the twins than he was letting on. It caught me off-guard, and I realized I’d stopped dead in my tracks, staring only at him.
“You mean--?” I tried to understand what was happening, but also didn’t want to lose my cool.
“That okay, boys? Want to share your sister from now on? And I can keep teaching you my tricks from time to time.” It was more of a statement, but still, Daddy waited for Max and Wolf to respond. They exchanged a look that lasted a bit too long. It was one of those looks only twins can give each other, as though they’re having a conversation without saying any words.
“If that’s what Phyllis wants, I’m fine with it,” Max said. It was unusual for him to talk first, which made it matter even more to me. Wolf took a few more moments before adding, “Same here. As long as I still get a piece of that sweet ass every now and then,” Wolf added with a wink. I knew it was as close to a compliment as I was going to get from him, and it meant a lot to me.
I slowly sashayed back over Max and Wolf, plopping myself down between them and running my hands along their thighs. “You both make me feel better than I even knew was possible. You are my first loves and my only brothers, and both very, very special to me” I said, pausing and letting the words hang there as I made my final decision. “But tonight, it’s Daddy’s turn.” I worried I’d hurt their feelings, but the look of victory in Daddy’s eyes made me forget all about that.
All at once, I was filled with fantasies about what he could do in bed, what other tricks he had, and how I could maybe teach Max and Wolf a little something further down the road. I was also struck by the notion that it would be the only time I’d ever had sex alone with just one person, making it all the more special. As I sat there, a smile gently
spread across my face. So many things had changed in a short amount of time, and I couldn’t wait to see where they went.
Daddy and I both stood up, leaving the twins on the couch. Daddy extended his hand and led me down the hallway to the East Wing -- it was a night of many firsts.
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